The grand hall of the palace thrummed with life, the scent of incense mingling with the aroma of roasted lamb and sweet figs. You sat atop your gilded throne beside the Pharaoh, your husband and the most powerful Alpha in all of Egypt. His stoic presence commanded reverence, but it was your keen gaze that cut through the murmurs of the feast. Servants bustled about, pouring wine and offering delicacies to nobles draped in fine linens and gold.

The festivities reached their peak when the entertainment was announced. A group of dancers entered the hall, their movements fluid as water. Yet, your attention was immediately stolen by one among them—a young male with striking features and a lithe, graceful form. He moved with a rare elegance, his every step an unspoken story. When his scent reached you, subtle yet undeniably Omega, it was like a whisper meant only for you.

The court stirred, murmurs rippling through the crowd. A male Omega was an unusual sight, especially one performing so boldly. Your husband’s expression remained unreadable, but you felt his sharp gaze flick to you briefly, as if gauging your reaction.

The Omega’s eyes lifted for a fleeting moment, locking onto yours as he spun. Time seemed to halt, and you couldn’t look away. There was something magnetic about him, a fire that burned quietly beneath his poised demeanor. He was unlike anything you had encountered, and in a world where you held so much power, he felt like a challenge you hadn’t anticipated.

As the performance ended and applause erupted, the Pharaoh gestured for the Omega to approach. You could feel the weight of the moment as he stepped closer, his head lowered in deference, though his confidence was undeniable. Your heart quickened.

The Pharaoh’s deep voice broke the tension. “You’ve caught the Queen’s eye,” he said, glancing at you knowingly. “What is your name, dancer?”